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Show Sun Advocate Tuesday, March 21, 19B9 Section The judges awarded first place in the Sun Advocate poetry contest to Ruth J. Scovil, for her poem Night Spectre on Hwy 10." The rest were too close to judge and all were awarded honorable mention. Night Spectre on Hwy 10 Bum came here rowyeorsoso. m didn't have a d.fter The sunset bursts.. Allowing night to flood Softly into the vast basin wasting time. maiust Of This much. not worth very ill was never broke. lUt, hung on q I' never thought de 0f town A through Wildcat Driller passing think flirt way. didn't . h oil hit day, he led 0ne Alone in our thoughts. Silently, We let the minutes ebb away And leave the miles in our wake. Over a swell it rises in Resplendent blaze 1 .nd now you ,hen I go a call me 'hg Ys sir; aoftty. .D. Karr M"1 two ways of croxinn a i Ferry mde there o nr a the displaced Tower' a cold shower. nt boat fe a creek boat Reincarnation American Dream boat -- s Ghost of the Old South. Smokestacks traced in blinking lights Against the sky, decks dazzled in display, the steamboat Converges on our course, powering nearer, Self-indulge- case peaceful sea of darkness Mv eyes they now close see No more shall they cold grows As my body free spirit turns But f n,s L. empty desert. We navigate Faerie the topi f mirages dry, and the phantom ship Scatters itself across the land. Still As we wheel past buildings. We remember days when man rejoiced In his technology. And we feel In this vast expanse there is Yet enough room for a steamboat Or a power plant, My , knows body now was only a flcJsh My It physical ends up as trash Like all It we burn s 0me bodies Ruth J. Scovill And others node's nd Short Stuff decay turn own own way re gone Physically we young midget with a sore knee, Dated a giant who could not see. He reached for her hand. Placed on a wedding band, And they were married by E.T. A we fear the unknown Not long Nadine Marx can body tteeds another it so fast needs 'ine standing in so long The line is I hear Some music song know not the 1 is weak My spirit seeks A body it A human's prefer 1 animal's I'd keep It's stand know the tune dark where I four legs knovyat the moon While howling G.J. Larsen was a proud experience for the men of my country On the battle fields their blood was spent It For our freedom and equality. Many boys Their and men were shot down dead bodies returned back home And then tears of great family grief were shed. away the battle still raged on It did not seem the matter That many lives were long since gone. Miles the war was over their mission then complete The boys took time to wonder How they had endured this bloody feat. And when vivid recollections of their fight The men would always ask In what they'd done was really ever Jonalee Clawson If I right. B |